Anna Switzer, the subject of our next case history, had lived in the same small town all her life. She had married at nineteen, had been widowed before she was thirty. At age thirty-five she was still a sexy-looking woman, but practically all the men of the town had given up on her. None of them could induce her to go to bed. They were not aware of the fact that Anna's appetite for sex had changed. She now had a craving for boys, very young boys. Anna ran a candy shop and as the owner she quite naturally came to know a large number of youngsters, some of them not quite as young as one might think.
Anna particularly liked to have a young boy in her store just prior to closing time. By being extremely clever, at times, she would induce a boy to accompany her into her quarters at the rear of the store, whereupon she would reveal one of her tits to him, or do some other such startling thing in order to get him aroused sexually. She usually succeeded in getting what she wanted from the boy, for she was extremely careful to invite only those boys who had the look of lust about them, young though they might be. Anna was a decided expert at spotting such boys – she was an experienced expert in this matter.
The people of the town never suspected that they had such a female in their midst, a woman ready to make illicit love to a youngster at the earliest opportunity. The boys of the town knew all about her, and there was more than one young married man who sometimes looked back wistfully to the sex sessions he had experienced in the back room of Anna's store. Most of them had obtained their knowledge of what the sex act is all about from Anna Switzer. Anna knew how to arouse a boy and keep him aroused. It was a source of infinite satisfaction to take a young kid to the rear of the store after closing hours, lock the front door, and "play" with him until he was wildly excited and ready to perform any act she desired.
Anna had many desires. All of them sexual in nature and involving young boys.
It was on a Thursday near closing time that she spotted a boy of about thirteen standing near the front candy showcase, looking at the various candy bars wistfully. Anna knew the look – she had seen it a thousand times at least. She glanced about quickly to ascertain if an adult were with him. She satisfied herself that he was alone. Walking over to him, she bent over the counter purposefully in order to expose her large, round tits as they pushed up from her low-cut dress.
"Hello, young man," she said, smiling nicely at him. "Haven't seen you in my store before. Are you new in town?"
The blond boy glanced up at her, his blue eyes startled for the moment. "Huh?" he asked, apparently not hearing what she had said. "I mean, I beg your pardon," he added quickly.
Anna smiled more broadly. She liked polite boys. They were the most fun. Polite boys were harder to fuck than the rude ones and this, oddly enough, made them all the more desirable. "I asked you if you were new in town. Did you just move here perhaps?"
The boy grinned. "Oh, yes. I moved here with my grandmother. She bought a house," he added, as if this explained why he now lived in town.
"What's your name, son?" Anna was looking the kid over very carefully. She was certain he was capable of having the lust look even though it was not particularly apparent at the moment.
"Dan… Dan Knight. The guys call me Danny."
"I suppose you don't know many guys in town yet if you just moved here," Anna said shrewdly.
"Don't know anybody. We just moved here yesterday afternoon." "Hmm," Anna said reflectively. "How very nice." The boy looked puzzled. "I beg your pardon?"
"Since you're new in town, the candy bars are on the house," she said.
His eyes brightened and he looked at her gratefully. "Honest?"
She smiled. "Yes. Pick out a couple of them. Any kind you like."
The boy quickly pointed to two of the largest bars, which made Anna smile with delight. A somewhat selfish boy was quite often the best type for seducing. When he became aroused, he demanded to be gratified, which, of course, was the very thing she intended doing.
Anna got the candy bars out of the case but instead of handing them to him immediately, she went to the front door and quietly locked it, her body shielding the lock from his inquiring eyes. She came back to the boy and crooked her finger. "Come," she said. The one word had an authoritative ring to it, but it was not said in a manner that would frighten the boy.
He followed her into the rear of the store and into her apartment, where she also closed the door. She always kept the shades drawn, so this was no problem for her now. Turning about and still clutching the candy bars she gestured to him to approach her.
"All new boys in town get free candy bars, but in order to get them they have to play a little game first," she told him lustfully.
The blond boy looked at her curiously. "What kind of game?"
"First of all my name is Anna. Whenever you want to address me, call me by name." She paused and studied him. Definitely the lust look was coming into his eyes, but not quite fast enough. She would have to help it along a bit. "Now then," she said, "will you please do me a favor before I tell you anything more?"
"Sure," he said eagerly. "Sure I will. Anything you want."
"I want you to remove my shoes for me, son. I'm going to sit on the sofa here and you… well, you just remove my shoes… my feet hurt a little," she added in case he was wondering about this.
"Okay," he said, looking puzzled.
Anna sat down on the sofa in such a manner that her short dress crept high on her thighs. Purposely, she rarely wore pantyhose. She wanted young boys to glimpse her bare thigh flesh above her ordinary length stockings. Leg flesh made young boys hot in a hurry, she knew. Now, as the new boy dropped to his knees in front of her, she made certain that he saw plenty of leg flesh.
The boy, Danny, had a great deal of trouble in removing her shoes for the simple reason that she pressed her feet firmly to the carpet. This was to afford him a longer period of time to be on his knees in front of her, which quite naturally allowed him more quick furtive glances at her legs. She saw his face becoming redder and redder. This was always the way with a potentially hot, young boy, and it pleased her immensely.
"Can't you get them off, son?" Anna asked, knowing full well that he couldn't.
"I could if you'd just lift your legs a little," he returned. Obviously he had meant to say "lift your feet," but those shapely thighs close to his eyes, bare and inviting, had affected his thinking.
"Oh, you mean like this?" Anna asked with pretended innocence. She lifted her legs high, spreading them wide so he could easily see her cunt. (Anna never wore panties – panties were non-sexual, according to her.)
The boy gasped at the sight in front of him but apparently did not dare to make any comment. Quickly, he slipped off her shoes but before he could get up, she brought her large, pretty legs down over his shoulders and locked her ankles together behind his back.
"You like this, son?" she asked softly, seductively. God, she was hot!
"I – er – I… " The kid couldn't talk. This was obvious. He was too shaken up.
"Anything nice happening between your legs, son?" she asked, squinting her eyes.
He surprised her by looking her straight in the eyes. " 'Course there is."
Anna smiled prettily but did not relax her leg grip about him. "Come now. Tell Anna what's happening between your legs."
"I'm hard," he said flatly. "I'm real hard."
She was agreeably astonished, for she had thought this one to be the type of boy who wouldn't admit she had given him a hard-on. Smiling at him, she took his head in her hands gently and pressed. "Now then, son," she said softly. "You must tell me if there is anything you want to do very badly."
He looked at her, his blue eyes definitely filled with lust. "What do you mean?" he asked, evidently stalling for time.
Anna was enjoying herself immensely. "Well," she said, in answer to him, "look about you. Isn't there something you'd like to stick your hard thing into?"
Again he agreeably astonished her. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Of course, son. That's what my hole is for. That's what your hard cock is for. You know that."
"Yeah, I guess so… I mean I guess you're right. What do you want me to do?" He sounded less sure of himself now.
She moved so that her cunt was even more exposed to his view – his face being only a foot or so from it. "Never mind what I want," she said, not really meaning this, but saying it to get him started. "What do you want? What does your instinct tell you to do?"
He leaned forward and kissed her bare leg about her stocking. He then pulled back and looked into her eyes while she sucked in her breath and hoped he wouldn't stop there. "Is that all right?" he asked humbly. "I mean you're not mad at me for kissing your leg?" There was tremendous excitement in his tone of voice she noted.
"No, son. You may do whatever you want. I don't get mad at nice boys. I like nice boys like yourself. Go right ahead. Help yourself." She fixed him with a sensuous stare and he flushed.
"Will you take your legs off my shoulders? I can hardly move. Not that I don't like them there… it's just that… " Whatever it was that was bothering him was not said.
Anna removed her legs but took great pains to further expose her cunt as she lay back and looked up at the young boy's pink face. He's a pretty kid, she thought. Pretty enough to eat. She noticed then that she had picked up the candy bars without realizing it. Now she put them down, away from her, taking care that the boy wouldn't step on them. "All right, son," she told him. "Here I am. What do you want to do?"
He was still on his knees. Walking on them a few steps, he picked up the candy bars and started to put them in his pocket, but she spoke to him sharply, telling him the bars would melt in his pocket and make a mess. He dropped the candy bars and she reflected that for a moment she had thought he was going to grab the candy and run home to his grandmother. However, the lust was still in his eyes – the lust look – the beautiful thing – and she was now fairly certain he was entertaining no ideas of running away from her. Not just yet.
"What do you want to do to me, son?" she repeated again.
Danny didn't answer her verbally – he simply lowered his face to her legs and began to lick her thigh flesh. Anna was becoming more agitated by the moment and it was no surprise to her that she had a quick, small orgasm as he continued to lick her thighs with his hot, wet tongue.
"Do you like me to do this?" he asked softly.
"Oh… do I? Son… you have no idea of how good it feels."
He ran his tongue up her thighs to her pubic hair and stopped.
"Go ahead, son. Dig right in there. I want you badly."
He lifted his head and looked at her again. "If I do that I'll be all wet in the pants."
Anna was equal to this. "Unzip yourself. Take it out. I will hold it. Then if it feels like… wetting… I will catch it."
"Gee, thanks, Anna," the boy blurted. "But why don't you…?"
She waited and when he did not continue his question, she spoke. "What were you about to say, Danny?"
He seemed to gulp. "Nothing. I mean, I shouldn't say things like that to a lady."
"Things like what, Danny?" Anna was almost beside herself with excitement now.
He gulped again. "I was going to say… if I kiss you why don't you kiss… mine, too?" "Will you kiss mine, Danny? I mean, not just my legs."
"Yes," he answered promptly and actually did kiss her cunt briefly, maddeningly.
Anna was on the verge of having another orgasm. "Let me up, son. I'll get on the floor. You can turn around and… well, you know, don't you?"
He nodded, moved away from her, allowing her to drop gently to the carpet, her legs still spread wide to receive his kisses. Looking up at him, she wondered if he knew what to do so that they might execute a sixty-nine. Apparently, instinct was guiding him, for he very properly turned his body about and lay down on top of her, his face near her cunt, his rock-hard cock within kissing distance of her lips. Anna sighed deeply and waited for him to dip his tongue in her slit, which he did almost immediately. Sighing again but this time with more agitation, she took his cock in hand and proceeded to lick the sides of it even as he licked her cunt. She took pains to keep her rhythm and tempo even with his. This was an ideal way for a female to achieve an orgasm as Anna knew only too well.
He "dipped" very well, considering this was very likely his first experience at it. His tongue was warm and wet and he used it – probably by sheerest chance – in the right way on the right spot. From time to time as she kissed and lightly sucked his prick, without applying too much suction, she would feel small spasms occurring within her. These, she knew, were merely previews of a sort to the wild climax she would have later, if luck was with her. Anna believed firmly in luck. Technique alone was not quite enough, at times. Sometimes it required the element of luck for a woman to really have a first-class orgasm. She could not have explained her views in this regard, but she firmly believed them. She had had too many experiences where, she was certain, luck had played a vital role in her obtaining sexual gratification, a thing fondly to be wished for, strived for at all costs.
"I like your hole," the boy muttered. Then he added, "Can I do it in your mouth? I mean, can I let it out in you without making you mad at me?"
Anna removed her lips. "Of course, son. But wait awhile. You must keep doing it to me for a long time before you let it go in me. Will you promise to try very hard to hold it back?"
"Yes," she heard him say, and immediately felt his tongue working into her cunt again.
Anna shuddered with delight.
He stopped his tonguing to speak to her. "Did I hurt you? You seemed to jump around a lot just then."
She pressed his head down firmly into her crotch and began a slow, sensuous "fuck- about," which consisted of drawing in and letting out her tummy muscles as well as moving her hips slightly in a circular manner. She took great pains not to move very much – she knew a woman must do this only very slightly when a boy was "dipping." Anna had learned this years ago. She was an absolute expert on the fuck-about.
"I like you," the boy told her thickly, lifting his head. "I'm glad I came into your store."
"So am I, son." She pressed his head back down between her legs. "Try not to talk so much, son. I prefer that you lick me."
He immediately began to lick her cunt, her thighs, her belly, everywhere he could reach. Once he went almost to her knee and applied his tongue only to bring it up rapidly over her leg flesh and plunge it fiercely into her slit. This nearly raised Anna off the floor – it felt so great. As it was, she cried out in delight.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, paying no attention to her earlier remark concerning his remaining silent while sucking.
"Yes, yes, very much so. Please do it again, Danny," she begged.
He repeated the tongue movement, this time doing it on her other leg, starting just above her knee and running his tongue slowly up her thigh and plunging it deeply into her cunt as he had before.
"Oh, my goodness," she exclaimed, beginning to believe that this kid was a great deal more experienced at sex than she had originally thought. "Where did you ever learn to do that so well, son?"
"I never did any of this stuff before, but it sure makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
"Yes it does." She took his cock between her lips again and lightly sucked it, but she removed her lips quickly when she felt him stiffening. She didn't want him blowing off in her yet. This she knew might cause him to cease his delightful sucking at her cunt.
"You sure you don't mind if I pee in you?" he asked, startling her.
She held his cock away from her lips. "Pee in me? What are you talking about, son?"
"Well, you know. I don't really mean pee. It's like pissing – only different."
She sighed with relief. "Oh, yes. I understand." He had, of course, meant "go off" in her, not "pee" in her. He sure as hell had his terms mixed up.
"Will you please suck me?" he asked. "I like it when you do."
"Yes. But wouldn't you like to turn around and… do it to me the regular way for a while?" She didn't really care, for she was the type of woman who could easily achieve an orgasm in more than one way.
He didn't answer her but she felt him twist his body suddenly and before she could adjust to him, he was between her large legs, pumping his stiff cock against her flesh. She put it in quickly and he thrust it deeply into her. She settled back to enjoy his lovemaking but he stopped moving in her and began to press his face deeply into her large, soft tits.
"Keep on with your cock motion, son," she told him. "That's what makes me feel good, you know."
He moved in and out of her once or twice and stopped again. "Hey," he said, "you're awful hot and wet in there, aren't you?"
She laughed softly. "Yes, son, I am indeed. Your cock did that. It is very hard and nice. Don't you like to have it in my hole?"
"Sure I do. It feels good. Only, I think I'm going to pee in you."
She patted him on the back. "You mean go off in me, don't you?"
He nodded and kissed her mouth suddenly. She kissed him back and the moment she did so, he began to pour his stream of liquid fire into her cunt. This brought her to the brink rapidly and she had a fierce but beautiful orgasm, one that left her breathing hard and moaning softly while she patted his back over and over again. He continued to fuck her relentlessly, probably not knowing what he was doing, but liking the feeling of topping a female more than anything else he had ever known. This was her speculation. But she was an expert on young boys and knew their feelings intimately.
"I never went off in a girl before," he told her, his cock still in her but not spurting now.
She loved having him call her a girl. "Haven't you really, son? Then you must come to my store often, you know. I'm sure… you can eat many candy bars every day, can't you?" She was speaking in a mysterious manner, she knew, but he might understand what she meant.
"You sure have a nice store," he said, surprising her.
Store?
"I mean, your store is nice and hot and wet and everything."
Anna laughed loudly, her body shaking as she did so. "Oh, so that's what you're calling it, are you? My store. Well, I'll be damned. I never thought of it as being a store, but perhaps it is. Tell me. Will you be visiting my store often, Danny?"
"I'm going to get into your nice store every chance I get from now on," he told her and having said the words, he promptly released another great quantity of boy milk into her cunt.
"Good," she exclaimed, going along with his line of talk. "My store needs lots of customers. That is, it needs to be entered often."
"Know what I like about your store?" he laughed.
"What?" she asked, pleased at the turn of events.
"I can get into it without having any money."
She patted his butt playfully. "You little devil. Are you telling me you came to my real store – the one at the front, I mean – without having any money?"
"Yes. That's what I did, all right."
Anna laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. Then she wrapped her arms and legs about his slender body. "Buy something," she urged, controlling her urge to laugh. "You're still in my store, and my store doesn't require money, son."
He grinned and immediately began to fuck her again.
"That's what Anna needs, son," she breathed. "A nice, slim customer."